The Dead Tell No Tales

The man had only one ambition. One he had harbored since his early teenage years.

Naturally many young boys had dreams of what they wanted to be when
they grew up. Dreams which would gradually fade with the onslaught of passing time accompanied with the inevitable realities of the tangible world and their own capabilities. Some would settle relatively contentedly into a career suitable to their abilities. Others would always yearn for their individual dream; but it would always remain just that - a dream.

But not his man. His whole life would be driven by his dream. It would remain an obsession with him, controlling all his behavior and actions. It would develop into a burning passion which burned fiery hot inside him. A blistering flame that would blind him to all sense of morality and decency. It would cause him to commit the most heinous acts in its pursuit.

Nothing would deter him from pursuing his dream. â€" Nothing.
His dream was he wanted to be rich.